It’s designed to look like the childhood bedroom that you
left behind, specifically if your childhood took place in the eighties or the
nineties. It’s filled with the kind of stuff that you most likely left in it.
And now that stuff can be yours again. If you want it. And can afford it.

Yes, though it may be unsettling to people who come from
earlier decades, nostalgia now refers to years like 1993. It means the Jerky
Boys. It means the Spice Girls. It means “Beethoven.” It means “Full House.” They’re
all here, waiting to comfort all the people who never forgot them.

Among those people is Michael Spitz, Mr. Throwback himself, who
is thus, but only coincidentally, Mr. T. He never forgot them, so he got them
back. And now he sells them. And when he’s not selling them he’s still happy,
because he walks among them.

He was teaching t-ball to four-year-olds when his life went
into reverse. But it wasn’t because of the four-year-olds. It was because of his
parents’ house. “You see your old video games,” he says. “You see your old
toys. You go into your basement. I guess the concept of the store was to bring
back everything from my childhood.”

He brought back He-Man. He brought back the Ghostbusters. He
brought back the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. They’re all here in the form of
figurines and other playthings. He brought back Pokémon and Game Boy and Super
Nintendo. Not to mention Hulk Hogan and the Energizer Bunny.

They’re in a space that’s actually a cross between a bedroom
and a bedroom closet. It has scuffed-up wood floors and posters on the walls.
Michael sits in the rear at a desk equipped with an Alf phone. On his tube
television he runs a VHS tape of “The Mighty Ducks.” All day.

Other videocassettes on hand include “Home Alone” and “Free
Willy.” Audiocassettes feature Billy Squier and New Kids on the Block. Everything’s
sprinkled among period sports jerseys, jackets, sweatpants, caps, and T-shirts,
along with T’s that celebrate the likes of the Backstreet Boys and MTV.

The sports collectibles are a big draw. “All the old brands
I sell are coming back now,” says Michael, who is usually modeling some of the
stuff in the store. “Stylists are coming in here because this stuff is so hot,
they’re using it as inspiration to create their next lines.”

But everybody love the toys. “My favorite part of this,”
Michael says, “is when someone comes in and says, ‘This is the coolest store
ever.’”

“This is my life and I’m reliving it every day,” he says,
and picks up a He-Man. “I played with this when I was a kid, and now I’m
holding it again.”

Regress at Mr. Throwback, 428 East Ninth Street,
between First Avenue and Avenue A, New York City.

New York Chronicles

About Me

For twenty years, I wrote about New York for the nation's largest newspaper chain. Now I write about New York for the nation's largest Internet. I do this because I love to explore the city and to share what I've found, except when I'm greedy about it and decide to keep it to myself.
"Vintage," of course, means old, but it also means timeless. It's my defense for covering new things that evoke old New York spirit. But I mostly cover the best places that take you back in time, whether you are revisiting a time or just now discovering it.
On the street I still feel like a tourist, and I tend to look like one, too. These are perhaps my greatest qualifications. Among my others are some of the top prizes in New York City journalism, which nobody really cares about because they're not a Pulitzer.